Dizzy and Sick ; Open

[angelique myranda weasley]

'stupid headaches, how on earth is someone supposed to go throughout their day with a throbbing mind?' angel thought to herself a bit annoyed. Ever since she'd finished with her breakfast this morning the throbbing pain in the canter of her temple had not gone away and had frustrated her to no end, she even for the first time all year had fallen asleep in the middle of her history of Magic and it had only increased the pain. The sixteen year old felt sick to her stomach because of this head ache and exhausted and there was nothing she could do to stop such a thing unfortunately. It wasn't until she had almost fallen down the stairs coming down from her room in the Gryffindor common room that she had finally decided to go to the hospital wing. 

there was nothing more that Angel hated than being sick, she never got sick, because she managed well enough, so when she did get sick it was almost as if it was amplified twice as worst than it was any other time. She stepped carefully as she made her way out of Gryffindor tower and down the steps to the hospital wing. she ran a hand though her brown hair as she pushed the doors of the hospital open and flashed a small smile to the Medical witch there. Honestly she kind of scared her a little, because well, Abigail Forester, was a scary woman, she seemed nice, but she had a bite to her that could kill. she had no idea how the woman had managed to raise such sweethearts like Andrew and Sean, and then their was nick which... well that one spoke for it's self about how evil the woman's genes could get. 

Tentatively Angel went up to her and asked if she could take a look at her and give her something for the terrible headache she had, had since breakfast. She was looked over once and a bit of small conversation, before she discovered she did in fact have a fever and ordered to stay in the hospital wing for the rest of the day and she wasn't about to argue with that logic, the medi-witch Abigail Forester, was not a nice person when it came to arguing or whining or complaining, which explained completely why professor Lawson was the way she was. so instead of arguing with the woman Angel had just done as she was told, lied down on one of the beds and fell asleep.

”What your character has to say”

Status//bored and hungry
Tagged//ghostie fred!
Outfit//here
Words//no idea
Credit//bella__swan Of Caution 2.0
Notes//and there that is, totally random, but whatever.